Texty: The Four Seasons. Folk Nanny/Born to Wander. Silence Is Golden.

Oh, don't it hurt deep inside
To see someone do something' to her?
Oh, don't it pain to see someone cry?
Oh especially when someone is her

Silence is golden
But my eyes' still see
Silence is golden, golden
But my eyes still see

A talkin' is cheap, people follow like sheep
Even though there is nowhere to go
How could she tell he deceived her so well
Pity she'll be the last one to know

Silence is golden
But my eyes' still see
Silence is golden, golden
But my eyes still see

How many times did she fall for his line?
Should I tell her or should I keep cool?
And if I tried I know she'll say I lied
Mind your business, don't hurt her, you fool

Silence is golden
But my eyes' still see
Silence is golden, golden
But my eyes still see

But my eyes' still see
But my eyes' still see